Lyrics:
boogie drum
In the house and we got clout
And you got no excuse
So just work that big ol' ass
Like you got mo' juice
Come on, juicy, juicy (juicy, juicy
That's bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only ones talkin that shit is DJ-less niggaz
And all playa hatas you know
Chorus
[Juicy J]
Comin from the darkness
Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my fucking heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave you bitches underneath ground
Oh no
self killed
[Fraysier Boy]
Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my fucking heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave
eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'n
Fuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'
(Chorus) x2
[Big Gipp (Juicy J)-]
Don't
And they swear they got niggaz asking for relief
They've been handin' down indictments for about a year
And they send nobody to jail yet, we still in
screamin c-p-3
Nigga and magic and snoop, over there with me
Cause I'm a uptown nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers
like a fucking trick
Go and get your hood little scary we can handle this
Like I told you boys juicy j is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in
got a plan, on the way to get richer
So why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz
[Desperado]
What's up peace to J-Dubs, nigga L and Mike
Little
I ride for my niggaz (I ride for my niggaz) (What that mean)
If you got a issue my nigga then I got a issue (Then I got a issue)
If you got a problem
-U-I-C-E
And my flow's cold like I-C-E
I got the J-U-I-C-E
And my flow's cold like I-C-E
Juicy, juicy, juicy
Yeah, I got the juicy, juicy, juicy
I got
piledriver like I said aaaaa
[Juicy J]
It started out in 201 lock down
me and paul in a holding cell
waitin to use the fuckin phone
waitin to get a fuckin
the stakes bitch
I think u a problem
Got no time for no nonsense bitch
Get the fuck away from me
I'm sick of these niggaz
I'm sick of these niggaz
No cap
Sick
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
rhyme? Cause I got skills
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
the bullshit you blab about goin through
I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? protectin you?
But they'll murder you, playa
and they never had ta scrap
[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
to take the weed and then hoooold it
Juicy J the type to lick a blunt and foooold it
You can come by my crib and get soooooo lit
[Chorus: x 2]
little ridah got to deal with eight daddies
My niggaz cry, we all cry, and all ride
To rectify the problem, motherfuckers they all die
Been tryin to make
legit
Ain't the type to take the weed and then hold it
Juicy J the type to lick a blunt and fold it
You can come by my crib and get so lit
Got a nigga
You a playa? Well nigga who you working for?
Cuz who coachin that team that you be otin for?
When I ride by, I know you looking to spray me
But I got
dollar
[Juicy J]
Back when I was broke
didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me
hangin wit my nigga D.
Magic in this property
snipers gaurdin niggas
wit them
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